𝕂𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕒- poetry

the river

Drifting along,

As the river ebbs and flows.

My raft drags across the water,

And there it goes.

The perfect pearl is just in view,

I reach down to grab it,

And it slips away into the blue.

My expression drops,

I can't believe I've lost it again.

I'm upset but the river never stops.

My fist collides with the wood but it's pointless,

I could cry all night and day,

Let the river flow on,

Till I reach the bay.

Time trickles on as I sit on my raft.

Met plenty of fish and shells and corals,

Thought maybe I could get a new perfect pearl,

Yet the idea has me quarreled.

Shuffling around on my floating plank,

I attempt to make sense of my predicament.

Is this obsession? How I can't move on?

Before I can ponder more the tide picks up a bit.

The water is rushing now,

There's a distant sound of rolling thunder,

I've grabbed the ores and and try for the shore,

I pray the water won't pull me under.

The waves crash and slam.

They roll and fold and leave me soaked.

Holding tightly to the things important,

The salt leaves me choked.

For I second I think I'm done,

I'm done? I haven't done enough though!

There was fish I haven't met, seafood I haven't tried!

This storm can't be the end of me, not while the water still flows.

Then I see it, the perfect pearl.

They're calling to me, shining so sweetly.

For a second I consider letting go and surrendering to the wave's whirl.

My grip loosens,

The raft floats,

The raft.

Even as I chased the pearl the raft was always my lifeboat.

Kept me from hitting rock bottom,

And even now as the pearl beckons,

My grip tightens.

I refuse to sink to the bottom, I won't be a urchin.

Working a blood sucking job for a leech?

That wasn't my style,

I won't allow myself to be beached.

The pearl's shine stops,

They stare for a second before drifting on.

The water stills, the waves quiet.

I straighten the raft, everything becomes calm.

I adjust and move forward,

The river still ebbs and flows,

The raft still drags shore-ward.

I see the bay coming into view,

There's boats docked and people and fish and shells.

I smile at my loyal raft,

And I say farewell.